When Young Master Pei saw Chuzheng, who was bent over doing homework at Shu Juan's house, his expression slightly cracked.
Face hurts.
Dude, you didn't say you two were this close!!
Young Master Pei stiffly went in, sitting on the sofa with synchronized awkward movements.
Chuzheng glanced up at him; although she said nothing, Young Master Pei seemed to understand what she meant.
Develop? Evaluate?
Young Master Pei maintained a smile.
"Juan." Young Master Pei waved, his voice light and airy, like dust floating in the air, without strength: "Get me a glass of water."
He needed to take it slow.
Shu Juan poured him a glass of water and also poured a glass of yogurt for Chuzheng, placing it beside her hand.
Seeing Shu Juan's practiced motion, Young Master Pei's cardiac arrest worsened.
Last time when he asked, he only said they knew each other, nothing more.
How could Young Master Pei know that his idea of 'knowing each other' included doing homework at his house?
Wait...
